it wasnt something one could walk away from, it was a whole set of it`s own, a fully functioning family, an independent grand era. and we were young, we grew up together, we grew into each other. bits of us scattered all over the old basement. the small garden, the local movies, our lockers, our homes and warm beds.
Tommy left first, he left cape cod first, and we all knew it would be him first, he was far too intelligent to ever get stuck here. but still Tommy left with bits of us with him, and we waved and waved as he got on the train, with ceaseless, giant sighas choking us.
and Celin was beyond devistated. she thought they`de leave together, except she wasnt smart enough so he left her to rot in this dump. because she may not have been smart enough, but she was still smarter than everyone ells.
and then Michel left-and it just wasnt one friend leaving to study, it was our very core breaking down.
everyone was lost, and I loved you so much, far too much, and you knew that, you knew it very well, but until today I hadnt the slightest clew that you might have perhaps ,just perhaps, felt the same. and then seth became so bitter, Celin was out of sight, they repainted our school and our disks and our benches and our lockers, and our air.
and the lovely grand world we grew out of, the buds that held us together betrayed us, sold us, it grew without us, moved, lived, loved breathed, in complete carelessness of the our being engulfingly stranded, our loneliness our heart tearing breaths.
but then I saw you again last month. and my years of nostalgia, my years of misplaced scattered existence, interrupted.
your arms , and I.
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